flair

you know the way your hips move
through doors, that were once walls,
you know the way your voice stirs
the lazy dust, right up to the stars,
you know the way your breath holds
every atom in a timeless pause,
you know the way your fire burns
leaving behind a trail of tinkling sparks,
yeah, you probably know,
and that's why you give the world
your exploding breast,
where everyone roots for the cream -
the flair for being yourself,
unannounced.